Chapter Eleven Spring Slumber

  More than a month had passed, and my wound was completely healed. My work was very easy, even easier than what Han Xiuzhu said. I just needed to take care of Wanzi, trim the flowers and grass, and as for cooking meals, that was Xie San Niang's job. As a newcomer, I certainly couldn't compete with the older people.

  In my daily life, working in the laundry room is a bit tiring, but with Biying accompanying me, and a group of maids chatting and gossiping about this and that household, the days pass quickly. However, now it's so relaxing that I'm feeling a bit stifled. I want to go see Biying, but Bai always says in a lukewarm tone that Madame hasn't arrived in the capital yet, and if I leave this courtyard alone, my life won't be guaranteed.

  Yuandi and Han Xiuzhu were busier than anyone else in the mansion, meeting with officials all day long. Some of them came openly with visiting cards, while others came secretly on windy nights.

  At the crack of dawn, Yuan Feibai and Han Xiuzhu would get up early to inspect Xie Suhui's martial arts skills. After dinner, Yuan Feibai would check his homework, and at this time, I would be asked to grind ink and wait on them, while Xie San Niang sat on the side doing needlework. Han Xiuzhu seemed to approve of Xie Suhui's martial arts skills, but when it came to poetry, books, zither, and painting, Suhui was at a loss.

  Spring has arrived, Yuan Fei asked him to write a poem about spring. Knowing his weak literary foundation, he relaxed the requirements and let him write whatever he wanted. The young man furrowed his brow and looked gloomy for the whole day. I took a look, on that large white paper, he had only written five words: "Spring pancakes are edible."

  I secretly smiled in my heart. It was noon, and this kid must be hungry, I thought to myself. With a sudden movement, I said to Su Hui: "Su Hui, do you want to go eat?"

  "I'm so starving, I really don't understand why Third Master insists on me learning to write this broken poetry!" He scrunched up his small face and lay on the table, his acne standing out even more.

  I smiled and said: "Actually writing a poem about spring isn't that hard, let me help you with it."

  I had originally wanted to write Gao Zhi's "Spring Dawn" or Zhu Xi's "Spring Day" for him, but Yuan Fenbai would definitely recognize at a glance that it wasn't his work. So I wrote a spring peach poem of my own and gave it to Su Hui:

  One night of spring breeze, a thousand miles of peach blossoms fragrance. The wind sends it into the curtains, and the silk skirt is stained with dewy scent.

  From then on, Su Hui became quite dependent on me in literary matters and began to speak well of me in front of his master and mistress. Xie San Niang naturally treated me with even greater courtesy, while Yuan Fei Bai's gaze towards me grew colder, but he also started having me serve him when composing poetry and painting.

  In the third month of spring, the warm sunshine is bustling. In the morning, the western maple trees are busy collecting dew drops. The wind blows gently, and the willow branches sway softly. The peach blossoms are in full bloom, and the fragrance of flowers fills the air. The birds sing sweet melodies, and the bees buzz with joy.

  I was about to finish, just as I was chatting with the delivery man, a spring breeze blew by and my hairpin fell to the ground. The man picked it up before I could react, and when he handed it back to me, he whispered: "Little Zhang Demao is an insider left in Purple Garden by Master Song's orders, Miss, you can rest assured?" He took out a wooden tablet with two seven-character lines engraved on it: Swallows' Tower east, people stay for the green, Wooden Flower west, moon brocade.

  Our class five oath has everyone's name on it, the previous sentence was written by Song Minghui, and the next sentence was written by me and him. The signature is a V-shaped character, surrounded by five roses, which is my exclusive design. At that time, Jin Xiu still laughed at me for drawing roses that looked like mushrooms.

  I looked up at the man. He had a face that was absolutely ordinary, and if you threw him into the vast ocean of people, no one would be able to pick him out.

  He continued, "Last time at Rongbaotang, I was unable to save the young lady, it's my fault. Song Er Ye asked me to pass on a message to the young lady, Yu Da Ye and the general already know about this matter, originally there shouldn't be any problem, but now the madam is still angry, please ask the two young ladies to hide in San Ye Si Ye's garden for now, wait until another day when he and Jin Gu Niang return, then we can discuss further." He pretended to hand me a goods ledger: "Song Er Ye specially asked me to inform the young lady, be extremely careful of Bai San Ye, if you have any urgent matters, call me by tying this ribbon on the plum tree outside the window."

  "Someone's coming, take care of yourself, Mu'erge." He resumed his flattering expression and said: "Miss, I see that everything is ready, I'll be off first."

  "Mu Ya Tou, why are you so slow." Su Hui came over with an impatient face, rubbing her shoulders. I quickly responded and helped move the goods into the warehouse. As we walked into Mei Garden, I heard a familiar shouting voice - it was Yuan Fei Jue.

  I don't know how Biying is doing, I immediately rushed to the central courtyard, only to see two figures in white and red fighting each other. After a while, the red figure jumped open, and the original white was still sitting in a wheelchair wearing a white dress, holding a black whip in one hand, looking calm and composed, with a slight sweat on his forehead.

  Yu Fei's face turned slightly pale, still holding the red cherry spear he insisted was a long lance, pointing at Yu Bai: "Three-legged man, quickly hand over the wooden crutch."

  Yuan Fei Leng snorted: "A real man, a big husband, every day coming to me for a little girl, you have such low aspirations."

  Yu Fei's face turned red with rage: "Mu Yaotou was originally mine, you and Han Xiuzhu used despicable tricks to seal off Guo Erren's acupoints and took her away. Today I must take Mu Yaotou away, Mu Yaotou, come out quickly!" After saying this, he became excited and started shouting.

  "Fourth Master, we've practiced enough for today. Don't hit Third Master again, let's go back!" Guo Er said expressionlessly as he glanced at the sun.

  "No, I must see Mu Yaotou today, it's all because of you, I want Mu Yaotou, but you brought me back Ying Yaotou instead." He said stubbornly, with a somewhat depressed look in his eyes.

  "Hum! That day you yourself took the wrong road and ran to Dongying, yet blamed Guo Erren? All day long it's just a wooden doll in your mouth, not thinking of progress, aren't you ashamed? If this gets out, the crown prince of Da Tujue is such a lecherous good-for-nothing, I as your older brother am also humiliated." Yuan Fei Leng let out a cold snort, and Yuan Fei Bao's face turned green like pickled vegetables.

  Guo Ren's face didn't look good either, Han Xiuzhu cleared her throat and seemed to think Yuan Fei had gone a bit too far: "It's still early, why don't we invite Mr. Guo and Fourth Master to finish their tea before leaving?"

  Yuan Fei suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "A servant girl is born to be a servant girl, she likes to snatch other people's servant girls, a dog's mouth can't spit out ivory."

  Everyone's face changed color. As the saying goes, when scolding someone, don't expose their shortcomings; when hitting someone, don't hit them in the face. Yuan Fei's normally cold face had turned icy to the extreme.

  I was just about to go out and persuade Yuan Fei, but unexpectedly Yuan Bai continued to say something even more outrageous: "Even if the girl is born in a humble background, she's still better than being someone's concubine!"

  As I walked out, Yuan Fei Jue let out a loud roar and pounced over. Yuan Fei Bai's long whip landed squarely on Yuan Fei Jue's face, leaving bloodstains, but he didn't flinch as he knocked Yuan Fei Bai to the ground beneath his wheelchair. I shouted out in alarm, but Han Xiuzhu and Guo Erren remained expressionless, their faces twisted together. My mind was racing with thoughts of Yuan Fei Bai's disability, what if Yuan Fei Jue used brute force to hurt him?

  Yuan Fei Jue pinned Yuan Fei Bai under his body, raised his fist to hit him. I rushed over and knocked Yuan Fei Jue to the ground: "Fourth Master Jue, let's talk this out. It was Mr. Han who saved me, Bi Ying, and also Guo Sheng."

  Yu Fei was on the verge of hitting me, and that's when he heard my words. He slapped me with his hand, and I cried out in pain. Only then did he realize it was me, and he stopped. But I couldn't control my instincts and slapped him back, leaving him stunned: "Wooden girl, you hit me for him?"

  A boy who was practicing martial arts slapped me hard in a fit of rage, and I naturally felt pain and my teeth were bleeding, and the acid made me cry. Just as I was about to explain, Yu Fei unexpectedly used his fingertips to wipe away my tears and continued to say with a pained expression: "You're still crying like this for him?"

  I stood there with my mouth agape, and this person's imagination had gone a bit too far in the wrong direction.

  In the room, Yuan Fei suddenly sat on the ground and burst into loud sobs: "Mu Ya Tou hit me, you hit me for Yuan Fei Bai... Mu Ya Tou doesn't want me anymore." I was completely stunned. A tall and handsome young man, sitting on the ground wailing loudly, looked a bit pitiful, somewhat comical, but with Yuan Fei's beauty, it also made people feel some heartache.

  What's going on now? I covered my swollen face and looked around, but everyone in the room furrowed their brows, yet no one had a surprised expression. I gradually began to understand why everyone said Yuan Fei was a famous fool from Zhuangzi.

  Guo Er Ren finally couldn't bear it anymore, his forehead bulging with blue veins, he shouted loudly: "A man has tears but doesn't shed them easily, what kind of dignity is this crying and wailing?" Then he dragged Yuan Fei Jue up to leave, Yuan Fei Jue was dragging the Red Cherry Gun, completely losing his young master demeanor, yet he kept turning back to look at me, with a hint of grievance, resentment, and a strong reluctance in his eyes.

  I turned around, only to see Han Xiuzhu pushing a wheelchair over, Yuan Fei's handsome face was pale, he propped himself up on the armrest and jumped onto the wheelchair, perfectly like a large bird spreading its wings. I couldn't help but walk forward: "Third Master, are you... okay?"

  This little brat not only didn't thank me, but instead swung his whip and kept me at a distance of two steps away from him, with a cold warning in his eyes, before being pushed away by Han Xiuzhu.

  I was left standing alone in Mei Garden with my right cheek swollen like a pig's head. Su Hui walked over, sighed, patted my shoulder, looked at my face and said: "It's okay, you're ugly enough anyway, it doesn't matter even if you get beaten up." After that, she laughed loudly and left.

  Oh no! Dead little brat.

  Wow! This frame is really depressing!

  In the following days, I kept dreaming of Yuan Fei's appearance with tears streaming down her face as she turned back to look at me.

  Han Xiuzhu started making me serve him, but he still ignored me. Humph! Fine, ignore me then. Just because you're handsome doesn't mean anything. Who wants to be your servant girl anyway?

  I secretly asked Mr. Han to let me go to Yubei Zhai to see Biying, my excuse was that I was afraid that Jue Siye would vent his anger on Biying, unexpectedly he agreed, and also said to let Su Hui send me there, but before nightfall I must return, what if the young master doesn't allow it?

  Mr. Han smiled and said, "It's okay, Third Master is used to being alone and doesn't quite understand how to comfort girls. I know you were wronged last time, but don't worry, the young master understands your feelings for him." After finishing, he gave me a meaningful smile.

  What does this mean? Does this crippled and useless little brat understand my mind? Not only did Han Xiuzhu, but also Xie San Niang sent me many new clothes, saying that I was very lucky and would soon be serving the young master. It's so strange, haven't I been forced to serve him all along? Even last time when Xie Suhui had a rash, I slept in Yuan Feibai's outer room at night and served him once when he got up at midnight. That night, I verified that even the urine of a heavenly beauty is also stinky.

  What's this? Do I have to serve him like this? Am I supposed to attend to his every need day and night from now on?

  One day, Su Hui sneakily stuffed a book into my hands, with a poorly drawn palace diagram inserted inside...

  He's going to die! This kid, not studying hard, at such a young age he's reading this kind of stuff. I pinched his ear so hard that his cries of pain echoed throughout the entire Xifeng Bay!

  I just remembered that when I watched TV series or something before, in ancient times the young masters of big families would have their clothes prepared by a clean and tidy maid, and that maid would easily become a concubine...

  Good heavens! They can't be referring to this, but Yuan Fei still didn't give me more than a few glances, nor did he express extreme satisfaction with my service.

  Sometimes I look in the mirror and Flying Swallow always says that my head is bigger than my body, it seems to be a bit...

  At less than 1 meter 6, it's quite a pity that there are no high heels in this era to make me look taller...

  Eyes are bright and spirited, unfortunately single eyelid...

  Her nose is not particularly prominent, her lips are plump and sexy, but unfortunately, her figure... um! has a bit of a washing board taste to it.

  Alas! Even Biying, who has just recovered from a long illness, is more elegant and refined than me!

  To sum it up, I'm absolutely not a beauty, but thinking back, I am, just a developer with low EQ. As long as I'm a healthy and innocent virgin, that's all that matters. And in this world, there are probably only a few men like Yuan Fei who can compare to him, such as Jin Xiu. After years of practicing martial arts, he still has the physique of a muscular man with broad shoulders and narrow waist. Except for his strange temper, cold personality, inconvenient legs and feet, and sharp tongue, I have to admit that he should be an invaluable and coveted sex partner.

  What am I daydreaming about?

  So I decided:

  I, Huamu Gen, am a person with style!

  I, Hanamori, will never get involved with a boy who has psychological problems like that.

  I chose a windy and sunny day, not particularly busy, early in the morning, let Su Hui send me to take a horse-drawn carriage to Yubei Zhai, when I arrived at the door, he refused to enter with me, the reason is: "People from the East Courtyard do not enter the land of Da Rong."

  I watched him leave in a hurry and thought to myself that you're actually afraid of being scolded by Yuan Fei Jue.

  The door was opened by a Turkic person, who looked at me with full vigilance. I introduced myself and explained my intention. He stared at me for five minutes, then shouted excitedly in the Turkic language towards the back, opened the door, and welcomed me in. As soon as I entered, many people rushed out, including Hans and Turkic people. Everyone was respectful, but they all looked at me with curious eyes.

  The little boy who opened the door said in standard Xinjiang Mandarin: "Fourth Master is practicing, please ask the young lady to drink tea in the flower hall."

  I followed him from behind and only discovered that the layout of Yubei Zhai was much more spacious than Xifengyuan. After passing through a high wall, it seemed like there were thousands of horses and soldiers screaming inside. The door was slightly ajar, I took a peek inside, and saw dozens of people surrounding a young man in an empty space. The young man had red hair tied up high, black armor wrapped around his body, and a pale face. It was Yuan Fei. At the other end of the field, on a high platform, was Guo Erren, wearing tight-fitting black armor, constantly shouting orders in Turkic language. Those dozens of people followed Guo Erren's commands, changing their angle of attack. Yuan Fei single-handedly faced dozens of people, without any fear, responding to them with ease, and even knocked down a few of them.

  I had never seen Yuan Fei's eyes so piercing, his expression so cold, and my heart contracted for a moment.

  I arrived at the flower hall, where someone handed me a cup of Bi Luo Chun tea and some pastries. I had been waiting for a long time, almost an hour, during which I ate two pastries, urinated twice, and defecated once. Just as I was about to fall asleep, a beautiful woman finally arrived, dressed in silk and adorned with gold and silver ornaments. It was Bi Ying. We were both excited and hugged each other for half the day, shedding a whole jar of tears. I lifted her hair and carefully examined the scars she had left at Rong Bao Tang. I cried and scolded her a few times, calling her a fool, but she just smiled and wept, saying that she thought she would never see me again in this life. San Niang was right, Bi Ying looked like she was doing well. She told me that Guo Er Ren treated her with great courtesy, and everyone at Yu Bei Zhai was very kind to her, even Jue Si Ye, who never yelled at her, but often asked about my affairs. I couldn't help but think of the reason for my visit today. She held my hand and smiled, saying: "Young master, since you returned from Xi Feng Wan last time, we've been in a mess these past few days, luckily you came, otherwise, we wouldn't know what to do."

  Biyin took me to the artificial lake in the shape of a new moon, and told me that this lake was originally called Yueya Bay, but the young master insisted on changing its name to Mugua Bay. She pointed at a red figure in front and said: "Look, the young master has been preparing for half a day just to welcome you!"

  I stood there, by the bay of Wooden Bridge, where thousands of willows were caressing the water's surface with gentle affection in the spring breeze. A red-haired young man, wearing a jade crown and brocade robe, with flowing silk tassels and crane-patterned jade pendant, looked like a robust tree standing proudly in the wind. With one hand behind his back and the other holding a volume of poetry, he gazed at a heavenly cow on the trunk of the willow tree in front of him, his eyes shining with the hazy light of a poet. His wide sleeves fluttered in the wind, then he slowly turned around, speaking deeply and slowly: "Wooden Bridge, you're here."

  I admit, his cool pose is well done, basically conforming to the aesthetic of a beautiful man in that era, fluttering like a startled swan and gentle as a swimming dragon. However, the only flaw is the book of poetry in his hand - it's upside down.

  I suppressed my smile, knowing he was intentionally putting on a show to attract me. I didn't have any anger in my heart and felt at ease. I walked over slowly and bowed solemnly: "Hello, Young Master."

  "He snorted: 'What are you doing here? Aren't you busy attending to that crippled young master of yours?'"

  "Hey! What a big vinegar taste!" I laughed and said: "Last time, you made Fourth Master angry, Mu Jin's heart was uneasy, come to see Young Master."

  He turned his head away and smiled coldly: "This young master only loves power, naturally won't be hurt by a woman."

  Good! He has a rather majestic air about him, I'm sure he's been brainwashed by Guo Er again. I wait for him to say something else, but he sits leisurely on the Taihu stone, maintaining his handsome appearance, and doesn't speak. For a moment, I can't think of what to say, so I scratch my head: "Since Young Master has nothing else to say, Mu Xi will take her leave first."

  Just turned around, a pair of ape arms from behind me wrapped around me: "Don't go, Mu Ya Tou, don't go."

  I felt a sense of relief in my heart, turned my face to the side, and my lips inadvertently slid across his cheek. My heart skipped a beat, while a hint of surprise flashed through his eyes.

  "Softly said: 'Mu Ya Tou, I know you can't put me down in your heart, you will definitely come to see me, don't go.'"

  It seems as if there is an unknown corner in my heart that has become exceptionally soft. I said in a low voice, "I won't leave, Fourth Master, please let me go first."

  His eyes, like wine, bound me, but slowly released me as he spoke.

  My face suddenly flushed: "Today, I also brought something for the young master."

  I pulled him back to sit on the Taihu stone where we were just at, and I took out a collection of poems from my pocket, which was my favorite collection of Tang and Song poets' poetry, but they had all been specially processed.

  As expected, he was clearly uninterested at first, but for my sake, he forced a smile. I took his hand and gently stroked it over the pages full of needle holes, then read to him one word at a time:

  "The east wind blows, and a thousand trees bloom. The stars fall like rain. The precious horse and carriage are filled with fragrance on the road. The phoenix flute sounds, the jade pot shines, and the fish and dragon dance for one night. The moth-like snowflakes and golden threads of willow trees. The laughter and whispers fade away with the scent. Searching for him in the crowd a thousand times. Suddenly turning back, that person is there, in the dim light of the lanterns."

  This is my favorite "Qing Yu An" by Xin Qiji ---- but it's the Braille version of Hua Shi, his eyes were first puzzled, then somewhat coldly annoyed.

  I still stood there, smiling softly at him, holding his hand tightly, and reading the words slowly and clearly. His eyes gradually softened, then became brighter and brighter as he looked at me, filled with a complex joy and excitement.

  And my heart finally put down, very glad that the situation is much better than expected, he not only did not get angry, but also accepted my help.

  When I finished reciting "Qing Yu An", he turned his hand over and grasped mine, saying in a daze: "Mu Ya Tou, this poem is really well-written, did you write it?"

  I didn't nod or shake my head, and in front of such an honest and naive child, I really couldn't bring myself to lie, so I just smiled and remained silent. He stroked the lyrics for a while, then recited them for a bit, and said: "Mù yā tóu (wooden girl), you're really clever, coming up with this method. No wonder Guǒ ěr rén said you were cunning and deceitful, with deep schemes and honey on your lips but a sword in your belly..."

  Alas! You're praising me, definitely no mistake, but isn't this guy scolding me?!

  He muttered to himself: "This poem is right, some people you've been looking for, anxious that you can't sleep at night, can't eat well, and even practice martial arts in a daze... actually, the person is by your side, turn around and see, I understand, you are the one I've been looking for, wooden girl, originally always by my side."

  I looked up and met his bright eyes, Yuan Fei, this child is so clever, he understood it all at once. If only he could see the beauty of the world like I do one day, how wonderful that would be?

  I was secretly thinking about it, and he got up happily, solemnly put the poetry collection I sent him in his arms, then held my hand and said: "Wooden girl, I like what you sent me, I'll also give you something."

  Before I could respond, he grabbed my hand and took off running at incredible speed. At first, I was able to keep up with him, but soon he ran faster and faster, pulling me along like a rag doll as we tore across the mountainside.

  Finally, he stopped, and I felt like a flock of small birds flying around my head and eyes. If it weren't for him holding me, I would have fallen to the ground long ago. One shoe was lost, and the hair bun that I had carefully styled in the morning was scattered. I simply let down all my hair and tied a simple ponytail at the back of my head. Suddenly, a pink petal gently floated onto my hand, as if greeting me. It smelled so good! I slowly straightened up, and immediately, the beautiful scenery before me deeply captivated me...

  We are in a cherry blossom forest, with thousands of trees blooming, and the air is quietly falling with bright red petals. The wind gently strokes my face, mischievously carrying the fragrance of the cherry blossoms. Small birds sing on the branches, and little squirrels curiously peek through the cherry blossom clusters at us...

  I looked back and saw the red-haired youth laughing out loud in the flower rain: "Mù yā tóu, I remember you told me your name under this kind of tree called sakura, right?"

  I was stunned on the spot, I really didn't expect Yuan Fei Jue, this weak sighted person, to be a master of creating romance too......

  I nodded blankly, staring at his handsome face getting closer and closer to me, when suddenly his expression changed and he shouted: "Come out!"

  I looked around and there was no one?

  His face turned increasingly ugly, and he kicked a large cherry blossom tree with all his might. The tree, which several people couldn't wrap their arms around, shook violently, and a flurry of cherry blossoms fell from the sky. Ten or so young men jumped down from the tree, startling me greatly. I instinctively hid behind Yuan Fei's back, only to see that they were all young servants from Yu Bei Zhai, including Amil, who had opened the door for me.

  Yu Fei crossed his arms over his chest, his face twisted in a scowl: "What are you sneaking around behind me for?"

  Amir patted his shirt lightly and said a sentence in Turkic, the group of boys behind him repeated the sentence with raised eyebrows, Yu Fei's face immediately turned into liver color, he shouted two sentences in Turkic, and the group of boys immediately dispersed and ran away laughing.

  I curiously asked Yuan Fei what they were talking about, but he just blushed and looked at me with a furtive glance, stuttering and unable to say anything.

  Many years later, I learned that Amier said at the time: Young master, it's so much trouble, why not just take this wooden dummy back to bed and enjoy it?

  Yuanni Fei's first confession was thus ruined by these future elite generals.

  As I walked out of the Jade North Studio, Biying handed me a wooden box. When I opened it, I was surprised to find that it was the "Qing Qing" dagger sent by Yu Feiyan. She smiled and whispered in my ear, saying that Zhang Demao was not simple, and he had stolen back all the property that his wife had taken away. I asked her for some silver tickets, thinking of thanking San Niang for taking care of me. When Su Hui saw Biying, she blushed for half a day with a surprised look on her face.

  All the way, I had the smile of a red-haired young man in the cherry blossom rain on my mind. Su Hui was driving ahead and suddenly turned around, looked at me twice and said: "Stop smiling, you look like a flower idiot, San Ye doesn't like you being with Jue Shao Ye."

  I curiously asked Su Hui why, could it be that he liked me? Su Hui said seriously: "Although Third Master and Fourth Master are not born of the same mother, after all, Fourth Master is his brother. In the future, when Third Master inherits the family business, he will definitely not let a little maid become his sister-in-law."

  Su Hui's words are like a bright lamp in the dark night, and I suddenly remembered that Yuanni was not the one who came to Xifeng's house that day. Although Yuanni spoke harshly to Yuanni, every sentence he said was what an elder brother should say.

  Yu Fei Bai is a person who is extremely introverted emotionally, and his thoughts are extremely intelligent. When he was "unexpectedly" born at the age of ten, his biological mother suddenly passed away, and from being surrounded by stars to becoming a servant, only Han Xiuzhu and Xie San Niang's mother and son were left, with Bi Dingfang being very cautious and having a heart as deep as the sea.

  I believe that Yu Fei, who is single-minded, a bit naive but also passionate and lively, brought a lot of fun to his lonely childhood. He actually cherished this weak-sighted younger brother!

  Since Guo Er Ren thinks I'm cunning and deceitful, with a deep mind and a tongue that's sweeter than honey but hides a sword, then Han Xiuzhu and Yuan Feibai can think the same way too. That's why he must have Han Xiuzhu bring me back to Xifengyuan. The more Su Hui says I'm good at living, the more he'll think I'm intentionally trying to win over the people around him, and the better I am to him, the more he'll think I'm plotting something against him with a deeper mind than Xiao Wuyi's.

  So he arranged for me to become his concubine, was it to control Xiao Wuyi or to separate me from Yuan Feijiao?

  I couldn't help but shudder all over and retreat back into the carriage.

  I trudged back into the house, pushed open the door and collapsed onto the bed without wanting to move again. Suddenly, I felt like there was someone else in the room. Unconsciously, my hand reached for my sword, and a figure moved beside my bed. I flipped over abruptly, and my sword followed me out of its scabbard, casting a glint of light in the dark night. Following the light, I saw a person wearing a white mask and white clothes standing at my desk, reading my writings. It was that same white-clothed person who had attacked me in Xilin Forest that day. My heart was shattered with fear, and I screamed as I rushed out of the door. Unfortunately, outside it was another dark and windy night perfect for murder. I was so scared that I lost all sense of direction and ran towards the Rewarding Heart Pavilion.

  When I saw the lights of Shang Xin Ge, I finally understood the full meaning of Mr. Ba Jin's "Lamp". I rushed in without hesitation, only to see the room filled with steam and smoke. It turned out that Bai Gang had just finished bathing, he was standing there leaning on his crutches, looking at me displeased: "What are you shouting about?"

  His hair was not tied up, and it fell down like a waterfall of black jade, or like the finest ink silk hanging lightly behind him. He wore a loose white silk robe, with two faint pink spots on his chest that seemed to appear and disappear. His pale cheeks had a hint of redness in the misty air, as if they were stained with rouge, truly a rare treasure among mortals...

  Unfortunately, at this moment my life is more important, I rushed to him, he flashed away in disgust, and I fell to the ground, quickly got up, grabbed his leg, and cried out for help: "Third Master save me, the white-masked killer from Xilin has come to kill me, Third Master save me!"

  I must have been scared out of my wits, clinging to his leg like an octopus, and he couldn't shake me off.

  "Let go quickly...!" His gnashing teeth voice came from above: "You, you are simply shameless...!" It was only then that I discovered his shirt had been torn to shreds by me, exposing my chest and breasts, making it a tantalizing sight. What's more, his loose pants had also been pulled down by me, so on this night, all the male secrets that didn't belong to me were exposed before my eyes...

  Wow! It's quite big.....

  Wow! It seems like it's still reacting...

  I swallowed a mouthful of saliva, sneaking a peek at Yuan Fei's face, which was no longer pale. He was both angry and embarrassed, his handsome face flushing red, his narrow phoenix eyes blazing with anger as he glared at me. He raised his crutch, and I belatedly made a hasty retreat, followed by a large pile of wooden basins, towels, washcloths, chairs... uh! In the end, even the tall bathtub and eight immortals table were thrown out together.

  The next day, Xie San Niang and Han Xiuzhu had a serious talk with me separately, saying that my admiration for Young Master's feelings was understandable, but I needed to give Young Master sufficient psychological preparation before he could favor me.

  They spoke as if I were a female demon of lust; I explained again and again, adding curses, before they left with half-belief and half-doubt.

  However, good news doesn't spread far, but bad news travels a thousand miles. Within three days, the entire Ziqi Mountain Villa was abuzz with the news of my attempted molestation of Yuan Feibai's beauty, and it even became a sensation in the city of Xi'an. Later, it spread to the capital city and caused a stir, making Yuan Feibai's name famous throughout the land. The situation was unprecedented, earning him the nickname "The Snow-Treading Young Master". Xifeng Wanli attracted a large number of dragon-yang type flower thieves, and for a while, our skies above Xifeng Wan were extremely lively, with frequent aerial battles between voluntary chivalrous heroes or Yuan Feibai's disciples and the infamous flower thieves.

  And originally, the principle of "the enemy of my enemy is my friend" was adopted. With Guo Ren's tacit consent, he enthusiastically assisted these bandits in attacking Xifengyuan at first. It wasn't until some of the bandits changed their target to him that he joined Yuan Fei's resistance movement. However, unlike Yuan Fei's policy of persuading them to retreat, anyone who entered Yutian Beizhai would be killed without exception, with no survivors. Nevertheless, rumors began circulating among the people: "Qin Chuang Shuangbi, Tà Xuě Jīn Yù".

  I suspect it was all caused by Su Hui, because on that day he was the only one standing at the door with a sly smile, watching me and a large group of servants escape from Xiangxin Pavilion. But fortunately, no one ever mentioned anything about serving Young Master again, except for Su Hui, who would come to inform me of his bathing schedule every time he took a bath in Yuan Fei's residence, then laugh and leave. That brat.

  The impact of this incident was far-reaching, beyond my expectations. Many years later, when I stood at the pinnacle of power, my political enemies still used this scandal from my youth to attack me fiercely. Some even wrote a bestselling erotic novel based on my past, with the protagonist modeled after me, telling the story of a servant girl who lusted after Young Master's beauty, seduced him while he was bathing, and then eloped with him. However, she later abandoned him for a Turkic nobleman, but secretly continued to flirt with a merchant from Dali. In the end, she died in a foreign land.

  The lovelorn Young Master, after being abandoned, turned over a new leaf, studied hard, became a top scholar, married a princess, and returned home in glory. The merchant from Dali took many women as concubines, indulged in excessive lust, and eventually died at home. The Turkic nobleman, after falling into poverty, finally realized the impermanence of the world, became a monk, and wrote this book with great literary merit, which was comparable to "Jin Ping Mei" in modern times. It greatly promoted the papermaking industry, printing industry, pen and ink industry, as well as the revival of classical erotic literature at that time.